They all busy with the new hit that they don't seem to observe the coming end.
Haven't complete with my death, it's the tirdeness which takes it.
I've seen it, really tried to. Don't understand what they find in it,
don't know why I'm here.
It's just the DOUBTS.
And when this heart feels like going to stop,
I come and sit and stroke my beauty love,
and then it comes down, and I can breath.
What if he's gone?
I'm sure it's the right way,
but there are so many WORDS in order to do it the right way,
that I feel like I have some director.
Don't know why I got fond of this little creatures,
it's so beautiful,
so touching,
so wanted.
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